Disclaimer: I do not own Xenoblade. I am just dazzled by the brilliant masterpiece Monolithsoft has created, and it inspired me to write a story that delves into the past lives of Meyneth and Zanza. Monolithsoft owns all the rights to Xenoblade Chronicles. Thank you.

When Your Heart Grows Cold

A Xenoblade Chronicles Fanfiction.

By: TisforTwee

Prologue

Lightning struck nearby. It was as if his words were creating the bright heavy flashes around them. At least, that's what it felt like.

"Why not leave this place? We could easily create another world of our own."

"Because our people… They need us." She gritted her teeth. Frustration overcame her. "They need structure and guidance in their lives. We are the only ones who can give that to them. They need gods to lead them down the right path and mold their world and futures for them" Meyneth breathed.

"My people have forgotten who Iam." He exaggerated the "I" the best he could. Zanza paused, clearly frustrated with where this was going. His eyes were as blue as ice, but his determination made them look as though the flames of hell devoured them." There is no use for them. They would be better off annihilated."

"Klaus, they are living beings. You cannot say that about your children." Meyneth said as calmly as she could. "I cannot believe you are acting this way."

"I created this world for you Meyneth." Zanza said flatly.

"We created this world together" Meyneth breathed. "We are equals, and what happens we both must agree on."

Lightning struck again nearby. Neither of them flinched.

"No." Zanza curled his lips into what could have been described as a sinister look or smile. "I single handedly created this universe, and I can make whatever decisions I want." He paused. "The only reason you are even a god is because I wished that of your existence. I could have left you out of this universe, and then…." He fell silent, catching himself before he finished. He turned to the side, avoiding her eye contact.

Silence took over. Meyneth waited patiently for him to finish his thought, but he didn't. Her mind was racing. She had enough of his thought process. She sharply glared at him.

"Is that so?" she almost spat, "Is the beauty of what WE created together no longer enough? You wanted a world where we could be together. You spent YEARS of your life thinking this world through before it was even created! This is what you wanted Klaus: A world for both of us to create and be equal. Is that no longer enough for you? Has the taste of power truly rotted your soul?" Meyneth waited for him to respond, but the silence continued. "You traded your heart and sanity for the endless power of a god. Klaus. I never thought you could be so heartless." She finally finished.

"Klaus…" He turned, purposefully not looking at her, his fists clenching. "You, Meyneth, have no right to call me that. I am no longer that mortal, and I will not be called the name of a mortal!"

Meyneth kept her gaze on him. Standing completely still she didn't say a word.

Zanza remained silent, and after what felt like an eternity, Zanza looked at Meyneth, the sanity gone from his face and eyes.

"As always Meyneth, you are wrong. I created this world to mold to my desire, not for you to tell me what I can and cannot do." His eyes began to glow bright blue. He laughed. "From now on you will only know me as Zanza, the one and only TRUE god of this world. If you defy me, I will annihilate you!"

Lightning struck all around, this time catching Meyneth's attention. When she looked back he raised himself into the sky and disappeared – laughing.